Raven peeked out into the hallway. It was long and dark, and oh so gloriously empty. She pushed the door open just a smidge more and slipped out of the room, self-consciously tugging the oversized t-shirt she wore down just a little bit farther.
“Where’re you going, Rae?”
The husky voice sent shivers of pleasure down her spine, and Raven cast a sheepish glance over her shoulder. “Uh, my room,” she stammered. “Where else?”
Beast Boy leaned lazily in his doorway, only a pair of wrinkled boxers pulled haphazardly on. They rode low on his hips, a vivid reminder of the entertainment they’d given each other not even ten minutes prior. The very thought had Raven wobbly and flushing, her body ablaze with hormones and sparks of dark energy.
A wicked smirk, donned Beast Boy’s features, much to her ire. Part of her hated how she got all ooey-gooey around him. She wasn’t used to the fits of butterflies and blushing, much less the sensation of his fangs dancing across her skin. The lack of control was both alarming and exhilarating, and she quickly became addicted to it all.
Especially his fang-toothed kisses.
“But where’s the fun in that?” Beast Boy asked, waggling his eyebrows teasingly. Raven arched a brow, shooting him a look. He had a cheeky grin plastered onto his face, and she was overcome with the sudden desire to wipe it clean off. An idea came to mind rather quickly, and Raven bit her lip. Still holding onto the hem of her shirt, she sauntered up to him, pausing only a hairsbreadth away from him.
“Hmm,” she murmured, “I can think of a few things.” A satisfactory grin tugged on her lips as the shapeshifter sucked in a breath. His emotions churned around her, quickly brimming with arousal and desire. Raven gulped, her gaze flickering to his lips.
Well. This backfired gloriously.
Her breath hitched as their lips brushed, and she soon found herself spiralling into the depths of desire. Raven’s hands entangled into Beast Boy’s hair. She shivered as he pulled her close, his own hands setting the skin on her back ablaze. A disjointed thought of her potentially exposed backside flitted across her mind, but Raven was way too preoccupied with the taste of Beast Boy’s lips to pay it much notice.
They broke apart, breathless. “I really need to get ready,” she mumbled, her gaze still entangled in his. Neither made any effort to move, instead choosing to stay entangled together there in Beast Boy’s doorway. Not that Raven minded.
She really did have to get ready though.
Raven heaved a sigh and disentangled herself. “Sorry, Gar. I’d love to stay and chat, but I need a shower.”
Beast Boy perked up at the sound of his real name. A smirk tickled his lips, and he waggled his brows at her. “I dunno, Rae, I like that smell you’re wearing.”
His suggestive statement had her flushing again, and Raven stuck her tongue out at him and scurried off. She could hear his chuckles echoing in the hallway from behind her, but Raven studiously ignored him.
After all, if she didn’t get her shower and get ready, things would look…suspicious. Not that Raven had any qualms about her and Beast Boy’s relationship. She just…didn’t think everyone needed to know the finer details.
Raven sighed as she closed the bathroom door behind her. She slipped off the over-sized t-shirt and dropped it onto the floor. A quick glance into the massive mirror revealed her naked image staring back at her. An array of bite marks and hickeys riddled her skin, evidence of a wild night with her lover. Warmth flooded her belly, and Raven shied away from the image, embarrassed.
And maybe just a little bit giddy.
She yanked the handle on the shower and stepped inside.
Raven hugged her cloak about herself and sighed. There was something rather satisfying about a good, clean cloak. She always felt satisfied by the way it felt against her skin. Soft and fresh, ready to protect her from the world.
Or at least, sheild the world from the evidence of her rather kinky night.
Beast Boy sidled next to her, his still wet hair sticking up in spots. Raven rolled her eyes, a smile slipping onto her lips. She let him wrap an arm around her shoulders as they stepped into the common room, his touch making her feel warm and fuzzy on the inside.
“Ah, there you guys are.”
Robin’s voice snatched her attention. He was seated beside Starfire, with a rather surprising guest across the table. Batman’s striking dark cowl stood out against the tower’s backdrop like an oasis in a desert.
“Don’t sound so surprised, Rob,” Cyborg said with a laugh. “It’s not like we didn’t know where they were.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Raven paused, flushing deeply. Surely, they didn’t know? She shot a panicked look to Beast Boy, who shrugged.
“Uh, what’s that supposed to mean?” Beast Boy asked. Cyborg merely chuckled.
“What, dontcha guys know? The walls aren’t exactly sound proof…”
Raven blanched, shooting a look of horror towards Batman. The Dark Knight looked stoic as ever, but she could still sense the mixed cocktails of amusement and embarrassment flowing off of him.
She blushed furiously and vanished from the room, unable to stand the overwhelming embarrassment.
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